Coming home food.

I came home hungover from Melbourne after a friends 'tea party' to find
my mum in the kitchen, with amazingly exquisite smells wafting around
all over the place, from her sage and garlic stuffed, perfectly roasted chicken, to the
roast potatoes, silverbeet, beans and broccoli steamed, and little cup fulls of rice,
with caramelized onions. It was amazing as you can imagine.

The contrasting colours of food, isn't it amazing. When your eating chicken,
the stuff that has been pumped with hormones and chemicals has an odd
transparent look to it, and the taste is not nearly as fresh as good chicken.
Look at the colouring of it, and if you eat conventional chicken, compare it to
what you are putting on your plate..
We never usually eat jasmine rice, but there was some in the pantry, so it
was a nice change to have it. I do love brown rice though.
Mum and I were watching My Kitchen Rules and as soon as the
deserts were being described and served I could tell she was contemplating
what was in the kitchen that she could make desert from. Mum and Dad are desert fiends,
especially ice cream. I remember when I was younger, my mother told me that dads
vice was ice cream, and not fully comprehending the word 'vice', I, for a long time, associated
it with only sweets. My vice was Snickers bars, much to the dismay of Mum.
So what did she whip up? Bottled cherries, homemade vanilla ice cream and custard.
I had one helping, she had a bit more..